Anybody can become angry—that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way—that is not within everybody's power and is not easy.
~ Aristotle
There isn’t a single person to whom I can focus my rage. I’m angry at the idiot anti-vaxxers. The bullies. The greedheaded, rich, corporate fuckwads. The clueless narcissists. The drool-brained, callous twats (I’m, quite possibly, getting all redundant here and shit). I’m angry at humanity. I’m angry at the universe.
Angry people are not always wise.
~ Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
It makes no sense to spend this wrath on rando targets. Fer instance, my fury with the fucking universe—what’s up with that? Most immediately—having neurofibromatosis type 2. NOT cool, not cool at all. While being a tumor factory blows elephantine chunks, it's not something I brought on myself OR something that I can totally control.
Uncaged, unconsidered anger is, as Ms. Austen put it (more or less), not so bright. Yes, I can expend the ire storm on narcissists, bullies, rando and greedbrained twat heads. They’re certainly deserving but is releasing some of my frenzy on them, like Coco toying with an invading, tiny mouse, gonna make nf2 POOF, disappear in a sparkly cloud of fairy dust?
Will taking apart some dimwitted narcissist chill me the fuck out? Maybe in the short term. Looking down the rode though,, will it get my hearing back? Return my walking NOW, baby, now? Unmöglich, mes amis, unmöglich.
So, I put those fury toys away, as much as possible. I try to keep the dogs of stupidity at bay— especially vis-à-vis Jen, Ten, Oni and Coco. Fer fucks sake, they’re keeping me alive and as happy as I get. I’m gonna kvetch that they’re not reading my mind fast enough? Yeah, no.These are NOT the targets I’m looking for.
So, the rage turns inward. Also not smart.
Where’s a good (bad? evil? despicable?) Death Star when you really need one? That’d be an ideal target, no?
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